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Mrs.    Lincoln  Hulley 


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SECOND  EDITION 


By 

LINCOLN  HULLEY 

Author  of 

LULLABIES  AND  SLUMBER  SONGS 


Published  by  the  Author 

Lewisburg,  Pa. 

1903. 


Copyright  by 
LINCOLN  HULLEY 

1902 


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SHAMP  PRINT 
LEWISBURG,   PA. 


TO  MY  WIFE 

ELOISE  MAYHAM  HULLEY 


*^  They  sang  of  love  and  not  of  fame, 
Forgot  was  Britain's  glory, 
Each  heart  recalled  a  different  name, 
But  all  sang  Annie  Laurie." 

—Taylor, 


868113 


This  book  of  love-lyrics  is  published  for 
the  golden  wedding  anniversary  of  the 
author's  parents. 


*'  John  Anderson,  my  jo  John, 
We  clam  the  hill   thegither. 
And  mony  a  canty  day,  John, 
We've  had  wi'  ane  anither. 
Now  we  maun  totter  down,  John, 
Yet  hand  in  hand  we'll  go. 
And  sleep  thegither  at  the  foot. 
John  Anderson,  my  jo." 

— Burns. 


CONTENTS 

PAGE 

Whenever  I  Think  of  You         -       -       -       -  7 

O  Gracious,  Gentle,  Lovely  Nell  -       -       -  9 

Her  Promise  True 11 

Spring's  Sweet  Minstrelsies    -        -        -        -  13 

We  Pledged  Our  Faith  for  Aye         -       -        -  15 

Rosalie,  My  Rosalie 17 

The  SouPs  Awakening 19 

A  Harvest  Love-song 21 

Xairete  Nikomen 23 

The  Time  for  Love 25 

The  Lover's  Tryst 27 

Lyric  Love 30 

The  Gladness  of  Love 31 

The  Blind  God 33 

Sweet  My  Love  With  Eyes  of  Blue  -        -        -  35 

E'er  the  Silver  Cord  Be  Loosed     -       -       -  37 

A  Boating  Song 39 

PoUy 40 

The  Fairest  Maid  of  All 41 

The  Moon  and  the  Sea 43 

The  Span  of  Life 44 

The  Land  of  Dreams 45 

Dan  Cupid 47 

Sleighing 49 

Life  and  Love 51 

Love  in  the  Cloisters 53 

The  Quest  of  Love       ------  55 


CONTENTS 

PAGE 

Sing  to  Me,  Sweetheart,  Sing        -       -       -  56 

A  Prayer  for  Thee 58 

Sallie  Lee          .       -       -       -               .       -  59 
Winsome  Nell      -------62 

Love  and  Song -  63 

Alone  in  the  World 64 

The  Power  of  Love 65 

A  Transformation 68 

Love  at  the  Gates  of  Death     -       -       -       -  69 

Love  Universal 72 

A  Dream  Face 74 

Summum  Bonum 76 

The  Ecstasy  of  Love 77 

Bitter-sweet -        -  79 

Golden  Fancies -  81 

The  Paralysis  of  Love 82 

Her  Bewitched  Violin 84 

She  Was  a  Lovely  Dream          -       -       -       -  87 

The  Sky  Is  Enriched  with  Stars    -        -        -  88 

Bonnie  Annie  Laurie 89 

A  Mood 91 

My  Golden  Winsome  Fleurdelis       -       -       -  93 

Love  Never  Dies 95 

Apollo  Belvidere 96 

The  Maiden  of  All  My  Dreams      -       -       -  99 


AN    OLD   SWEEIJJEAET   CF    MU^ 

WHENEVER  I  THINK  OF  YOU 

A  MATUTINAL 

^HE  day  begins  with  a  rosy  dawn 

And  colors  of  brightest  hue; 
But  brighter  far  those  colorings  are 
Whenever  I  think  of  you. 
And  every  valley  and  every  hill 
That  slowly  comes  to  view 
Is  blessed  with  light  that's  doubly  bright 
Whenever  I  think  of  you. 

The  birds  are  caroling  in  the  trees — 
Their  notes  ring  sweet  and  true; 
But  sweeter  far  their  carolings  are 
Whenever  I  think  of  you. 
This  one  singeth  an  old  old  song, 
And  that  one  trilleth  a  new  — 
Both  singer  and  song  my  joy  prolong 
Whenever  I  think  of  you. 

The  breath  of  the  early  morn  is  sweet, 
It  lifts  like  incense  too; 


\ft{ifcf^ieet^^ct5ielbfeatli.  on  the  smiling 
teath     '''*'*'  ^ "-' 
Whenever  I  think  of  you. 
The  fields  are  decked  with  many  a  flower 
Impearled  with  shining  dew; 
But  finer  the  flower  and  gayer  the  hour 
Whenever  I  think  of  you. 

The  big  round  face  of  the  jolly  sun 
Looks  out  of  his  palace  blue; 
But  lovelier  yet  the  sweet  sunset 
Whenever  I  think  of  you; 
While  fairy  forms  flit  round  my  head 
And  thrill  me  through  and  through; 
And  rainbow  gleams  dance  in  my  dreams 
Whenever  I  think  of  you. 


AN  OLD  SWEETHEART  OF  MINE 


GRACIOUS,  GENTLE,  LOVELY  NELL 

Q  GRACIOUS,  gentle,  lovely  Nell ! 

My  heart  is  lost  to  thee; 
The  love  that  lies  within  thine  eyes 
Awakens  love  in  me; 
My  being  fills,  with  rapture  thrills, 
The  wildest  joy  I  know; 
And  every  hour  I  bless  the  power 
Who  could  such  love  bestow. 

0  queenly,  smiling,  low- voiced  Nell  ! 

1  hold  thee  in  my  heart; 

In  form  and  face,  in  soulful  grace, 

A  fairy  queen  thou  art; 

And  every  day  I  steal  away 

To  see  thee  passing  by; 

My  love  for  thee  is  strong  and  free. 

And  shall  be  till  I  die. 

Ten  thousand  thousand  Joys  be  thine, 
And  then  ten  thousand  more; 
May  gladsome  youth  and  peace  and  truth 
Be  thine  forevermore; 


ANNIE    LAURIE 

The  moon  on  high  in  yonder  sky. 
The  stars  in  glory  shine, 
But  brighter  far  than  moon  or  star 
Are  eyes  that  dance  Hke  thine. 

O  gracious,  gentle,  lovel}'  Nell, 

My  heart  is  lost  to  thee; 

Thy  love  and  life,  my  gentle  wife, 

Are  all  the  world  to  me; 

Thou  art  all  fair,  full  rich  and  rare. 

The  gift  of  heaven  to  me; 

Full  sweet  thou  art  within  my  heart, 

And  evermore  shalt  be. 


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AN    OLD   SWEETHEART   OF   MINE 


HER  PROMISE  TRUE 

^^  'Twas  there  that  Annie  Laurie 
Gied  me  her  promise  true." 

^HE  beautiful  stars  of  midsummer  above  her, 
The  earth  hushed  to  rest  'neath  the  new 
silver  moon, 

I  walked  with  my    sweetheart,  a  glad-hearted 
lover, 

And  whispered  my  story  one  clear  night  in  June. 

The  roadside  was  sweet  with  the  breath  of  the 

clover, 
But  sweeter  by  far  was  the  bloom  by  my  side; 
All  my  heart's  joy,  hope,  and  love  brimming 

over. 
Poured  from  my  lips  in  a  passionate  tide. 

There   in   the   moonlight,    the   starlight,    and 

silence. 
Modestly  smiling  she  whispered  consent, 
Pledged  me  her  life  with  her  love,  and  the 

silence 
Treasured  our  vows  that  to  Heaven  were  sent. 


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ANNIE   LAURIE 

Sweet  as  the  light  of  a  bright  summer  morning, 

Violets  blooming  and  song  birds  afloat, 

All    through    the    years    her    sweet   promise 

adorning, 
She  has  been  trilling  that  same  clear  rich  note. 

Yet  there   on  the  roadside   beside   the  sweet 

clover 
Memory  lives  in  the  thrill  of  that  kiss; 
Stars,  moon,  and  sky  are  the  same  the  world 

over. 
But  brightest  the  scene  of  that  moment  of  bliss. 


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AN    OLD    SWEETHEART    OF   MINE 


SPRING'S  SWEET  MINSTRELSIES 

^HE  spring  time's  pulse  beat  thrills 

The  leaf  buds  on  the  trees; 
Her  rich  warm  life  blood  fills 
The  blooms  that  lure  the  bees; 
From  winter's  deadly  freeze 
Burst  forth  the  murmuring  rills, 
And  every  passing  breeze 
Brings  glory  to  the  hills. 

And  every  living  thing 
Beneath  the  heaven's  blue 
Makes  earth  with  praises  ring 
Enraptured  through  and  through. 
The  splendors  burst  anew 
While  untold  myriads  sing; 
Our  hearts  with  gladness  view 
The  miracle  of  spring. 

The  spring's  sweet  minstrelsies 
My  dearest  maid  be  thine; 
And  may  her  melodies 
Ring  in  thy  heart  benign; 


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ANNIE  LAURIE 

May  love  and  joy  divine, 
And  all  sweet  things  that  please, 
Enrich  thee.  Heart  of  mine. 
With  heavenly  harmonies. 

And  as  the  flower  slips  past 

Its  sheath  and  shroud  of  death, 

Where  winter  bound  it  fast 

Till  roused  by  spring's  sweet  breath, 

So,  fair  Elizabeth, 

Do  thou,  when  earth  is  past, 

Slip  through  the  gates  of  death 

To  life  and  love  that  last. 


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AN   OLD   SWEETHEART   OF   MINE 


WE  PLEDGED  OUR  FAITH  FOR  AYE 

^HE  harvest  moon  rose  early, 

Low  in  the  evening  sky, 
When  among  the  ricks  of  barley 
We  pledged  our  faith  for  aye. 
We  pledged  our  faith  for  aye, 
While  the  tuneful  nightingale 
With  music  filled  the  woodlands 
As  he  told  the  tender  tale. 

Our  love  with  rapture  thrilled  us, 
The  silent  stars  on  high 
With  gentle  humors  filled  us, 
And  love  beamed  in  each  eye. 
True  love  beamed  in  each  eye, 
And  our  hearts  beat  warm  and  true, 
While  the  olden,  golden  gladness 
Of  lovers  thrilled  us  through. 

The  silver  moon  was  witness;  - 
It  whispered  sweet  consent 
To  that  eternal  fitness 
Expressed  in  our  intent. 


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ANNIE   LAURIE 

It  whispered  sweet  consent, 
And  we  pledged  our  faith  for  aye; 
All  the  glory  of  the  summer 
Shone  in  her  lovely  eye. 

To  the  same  bewitching  sweetheart, 
Beneath  the  same  sweet  star. 
To  that  genial  winsome  sweetheart, 
My  vows  and  pledges  are. 
She  is  dearer,  fairer  far 
Than  the  vision  in  my  eye 
When  among  the  ricks  of  barley 
We  pledged  our  faith  for  aye. 


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AN   OLD   SWEETHEART   OF   MINE 


ROSALIE,  MY  ROSALIE 

^HOU  art  the  rose  of  early  dawn, 

Rosalie,  my  Rosalie. 
The  sweetest  rose  the  sun  shines  on, 

Rosalie,  my  Rosalie. 
The  dews  of  May  are  on  thy  brow. 
The  early  spring  smiles  on  thee  now, 
Accept,  dear  heart,  a  lover's  vow, 

Rosalie,  my  Rosalie. 

Thou  art  the  rich  sweet  brier  rose, 

Rosalie,  my  Rosalie, 
The  rarest,  sweetest  bloom  that  grows, 

Rosalie,  my  Rosalie. 
Thy  face  is  modest,  sweet,  demure. 
Thy  heart  is  like  the  rose's — pure. 
Thy  love  is  steadfast,  firm  and  sure, 

Rosalie,  my  Rosalie. 

To  thee,  the  rich  sweet  brier  rose, 
Rosalie,  my  Rosalie  — 

To  thee  my  heart  full  tender  goes, 
Rosalie,  my  Rosalie. 


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ANNIE   LAURIE 

The  fragrance  of  thy  speech  is  mine, 
The  music  of  thy  voice  is  wine, 
And  every  gracious  charm  is  thine, 
Rosahe,  my  RosaHe. 

O  gentle  sweetheart,  gentler  wife, 

Rosalie,  my  Rosalie. 
To  thee  I  pledge  my  heart  for  life, 

Rosalie,  my  Rosalie. 
By  all  the  stars  that  shine  above. 
No  rose  was  e'er  so  fair,  my  love. 
Thou  dear  sweet  wife,  I'm  thinking  of, 

Rosalie,  my  Rosalie. 


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AN   OLD   SWEETHEART   OF    MINE 


THE  SOUL'S  AWAKENING  ; 

OHE  knew  the  secrets  of  the  wood,  ; 

Where  liver  leaf  or  sweet  arbutus  rises,        i 
And  all  the  tender  blooms  and  glad  surprises 
Concealed  like  timid  nuns  beneath  their  hood;  ^ 
She  knew   the   squirrel's  haunts,  the  nuts  he  J 

prizes,  \ 

From  what  hid  source  the   wood   life   gets  it  \ 

food,  \ 

She  knew   the   birds,    their   songs,    and    odd  i 

disguises;  i 

Yet  knew  not  love,  the  richest,  highest  good,     j 

But  when  sweet  spring  sends  forth  the  leaves,  j 

And  buds  give  promise  of  June  roses,  J 

And  fragrance  steals  through  all  the  closes,  I 

And  birds  sing  under  sheltered  eaves,  1 

She  feels  the  joys  that  love, sweet  love,  discloses,  '] 

And  busily  her  lively  fancy  weaves  .; 

A  maze  of  dream  wherein  her  heart  reposes,  ^ 

And  finds  the  peace  of  quiet  summer  eves.  ^ 


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ANNIE   LAURIE 

And  now  in  joyous  major  moods, 

Her  heart  pours  forth  its  wild,  sweet  pleasure; 

In  many  a  tender,  tuneful  measure 

She  carols  love's  beatitudes; 

And  as  sweet  songs  beguile  one's  leisure, 

Or  dulcet,  charming  interludes, 

Her  lyric  heart  is  my  best  treasure; 

Life's  deepest  joys  her  love  includes. 


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AN    OLD   SWEETHEART   OF    MINE 


A  HARVEST  LOVE-SONG 

^HE  harvest  moon  shines  in  the  sky, 

And  lures  us  to  the  dance,  0  ! 
The  hght  shines  bright  in  Jeanie's  eye, 
Then  on  with  the  harvest  dance,  0  ! 
Love  lends  life  enchanting  grace; 
Merrily  beat  the  ground,  0! 
Life  and  love  beam  in  each  face; 
Merrily,  cheerily  dance,  0! 

Every  star  that  shines  above 
Is  blinking  on  the  dance,  O  ! 
And  adds  a  glamour  to  the  love 
That  lurks  within  the  dance,  O  ! 
Rich  the  yield  of  every  field, 
Full  rich  the  autumn  tide,  0  ! 
But  richer  far  than  wealth  of  field 
Is  the  gleam  of  the  waltzer's  eye,  0  ! 

The  frosty  night  is  bright  and  clear. 
Happily,  cheerily  dance,  0  ! 
Befoi-e  the  ending  of  the  year 
I'll  have  a  bonnie  wife,  0  ! 


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ANNIE    LAURIE 


The  dance  is  done,  her  heart  is  won, 
And  Jeanie  is  my  star,  0  ! 
To  wile  me  home  where'er  I  roam, 
And  to  guide  me  when  I'm  far,  0  ! 


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AN   OLD   SWEETHEART   OF   MINE 


XAIPETE  NIKOMEN 

TXTE'LL  buffet  the  storms  of  life,  my  love, 

And  mock  at  chance  and  fate. 
We'll  trust  in  God,  till  neath  the  sod, 
Our  spirits  shall  conquer  the  irksome  clod 
That  fetters  our  souls  elate. 

For  you'll  be  mine,  my  own,  my  love, 

And  I'll  be  yours  for  aye; 

Then  merrily,  cheerily  on,  my  love. 

Through  earth  and  sea  and  sky. 

The  day  may  bring  us  rain,  my  love. 

Or  the  day  may  bring  us  shine; 

Through  flood  and  fire,  we'll  never  tire, 

The  call  of  God  to  our  hearts  is  ''Higher," 

The  spirit  is  not  for  time. 

For  you'll  be  mine,  my  own,  my  love, 
And  I'll  be  yours  for  aye, 
Then  merrily,  cheerily  on,  my  love, 
Through  earth  and  sea  and  sky. 


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ANNIE    LAURIE 

We  have  the  vigor  of  youth,  my  love, 

In  body  and  soul  and  mind; 

We'll  pledge  our  truth,  and  trust  our  youth, 

And  never  a  care  will  reck  in  sooth 

We'll  battle  until  we're  blind. 

For  you'll  be  mine,  my  own,  my  love. 

And  I'll  be  yours  for  aye; 

Then  merrily,  cheerily  on,  my  love, 

Through  earth  and  sea  and  sky. 

Then  pluck  up  heart  and  sing,  my  love. 
Sing  with  heart  and  soul; 
We'll  kiss  the  rod,  with  joy  we'll  plod, 
And  love  shall  beckon  us  on  to  God, 
And  heaven  shall  be  our  goal. 

For  you'll  be  mine,  my  own,  my  love. 

And  I'll  be  yours  for  aye; 

Then  merrily,  cheerily  on,  my  love. 

Through  earth  and  sea  and  sky. 


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AN   OLD   SWEETHEART   OF    MINE 


THE  TIME  FOR  LOVE 

T^HEN  the  golden  lads  and  the  golden  lasses 

Dance  together  upon  the  green, 
When  the  heart  beats  high  and  the  sly  glance 

passes, 
And  the  eye  lights  np  with  a  merry  sheen, 
When  the  May-pole  song  is  in  the  air, 
O,  then  is  the  time  for  love,  my  fair, 
'Tween  the  golden  lads  and  the  golden  lasses 
Who  dance  together  upon  the  green  ! 

When  the  golden  lads  and  the  lasses  merry 
Plight  their  troth  in  summer  lanes. 
When  the  sun's  kiss  flames  on  the  red  rasp- 
berry. 
And  the  daisy  longs  for  the  soft  warm  rains. 
When  the  silent  shadows  dance  alone, 
O,  then  is  the  time  for  love,  my  own. 
When  the  golden  lads  and  the  lasses  merry 
Linger  along  the  quiet  lanes  ! 

When  the  golden  lads  and  the  golden  lasses, 
Among  the  ripened  shocks  of  corn, 


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ANNIE   LAURIE  ^ 

Pull  off  the  ears  from  the  tall  dead  grasses,  \ 

And  lilt  their  love  from  early  morn,  I 

When  the  harvest  moon  shines  clear  above,  ^ 

0,  then  is  the  time  for  love,  my  love,  \ 
And  the  golden  lads  and  the  golden  lasses 
Pledge  their  love  while  shocking  corn  ! 

When  the  golden  lads  and  lasses  jolly  ] 
Merrily  dance  with  Yule  tide  joy, 
When  the  mistle-toe  bough  and  the  Christmas  ] 

holly  i 

Abash  the  maiden  sweet  and  coy,  ; 
Amid  winter's  mirth  and  winter's  cheer, 

0,  then  is  the  time  for  love,  my  dear,  \ 

Nor  count  it  weak,  nor  count  it  folly,  ] 

To  tell  the  tale  with  Yule  tide  joy.  ] 


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AN   OLD   SWEETHEART   OF   MINE 


THE  LOVER'S  TRYST 

TX/'E  met  beneath  the  lindens,  — 

They  called  it  Lover's  Lane — 
And  our  greeting  was  full  tender 
As  ever  lovers'  twain. 

Behind  the  hills  the  sunset 
With  glory  filled  the  sky, 
But  there  shone  a  sweeter  radiance 
Within  her  tender  eye. 

The  arch  of  night  was  bending 
Above  us  lingering  there, 
The  gracious  stars  were  lending 
A  lustre  soft  and  rare. 

Swift  winged  the  hours  vanished, 
The  roadside  flashed  with  dew. 
Still  we  loitered  neath  the  lindens 
And  spoke  our  pledges  true. 


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ANNIE   LAURIE 

Her  warm  true  heart  was  sending 
Into  her  eyes  a  mist 
When  I  asked  her  with  emotion 
Next  night  to  keep  the  tryst. 

The  Hnden  leaves  were  dancing 
To  hear  our  whispers  low, 
Her  face  was  grace  entrancing 
Her  words  came  sweet  and  slow. 

And  while  our  hearts  beat  tender, 
The  while  her  lips  I  kissed. 
We  promised  to  remember 
Each  night  to  keep  the  tryst. 

The  days  passed  into  summer 
True  love  beamed  in  her  eye 
When  we  pledged  our  heart's  devotion 
To  keep  the  tryst  for  aye. 


Our  irised  dreams  are  ended,  \ 

But  the  years  have  brought  us  bliss  I 

Since  we  met  beneath  the  lindens  j 

And  shared  the  lover's  kiss.  i 


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AN   OLD   SWEETHEART   OF   MINE 

We  shall  meet  no  more  at  sunset 
To  wander  down  the  lane, 
Her  footfall   sounds  no  longer, 
Her  smile  comes  not  again. 

On  the  hills  in  yonder  church  yard 
W  e  shall  keep  the  tryst,  my  love. 
Side  by  side  in  yonder  church  yard 
With  the  silent  stars  above. 

We  shall  keep  the  tryst,  dear  sweetheart, 
Where  the  soul  with  rapture  thrills, 
Far  beyond  the  evening  sunset, 
Far  beyond  the  golden  hills. 


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ANNIE    LAURIE 


LYRIC  LOVE 


XTARK  to  the  lark,  I 

To  the  lark  in  the  meadow,  j 

Calling  his  mate  from  the  valley  below,  ] 

Caroling,  caroling  i 

Wildest  of  melodies,  I 

Thrilled  till  his  mad  little  body  o'er  flow!  J 
Nesting  and  singing,  or  busily  winging  | 

His  way  across  meadows  and  woodlands  above,  ] 
Oh  the  wild  joy  of  his  heart  that  goes  ringing,  j 
Noisily,  cheerily  telling  his  love  ! 

I 
Oh  the  glad  love,  | 

The  glad  love  that  is  welling,  5 

Swelling  my  heart  with  its  beauty  and  glow,  ^ 

Whispering,  murmuring 

Sweetest  of  harmoni es ,  | 

Filling  my  soul  till  its  depths  overflow!  ] 

Like  to  the  laik,  to  the  lark  that  goes  winging,  I 

Telling  his  joy  to  the  woodlands  above,  | 

Dances  my  heart  till  its  raptures  go  ringing  | 

Merrily,  joyously  singing  its  love.  | 

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AN    OLD   SWEETHEART   OF   MINE 


THE  GLADNESS  OF  LOVE 

^HE  big  round  world  is  full  of  joy, 

And  nature's  heart  is  sweet  and  coy; 
The  daisies  dance  in  the  fields  of  heather, 
The  birds  sing  sweetly  in  tune  together, 
So  come,  my  love,  let  joy  and  grace 
Dance  in  thy  heart,  shine  in  thy  face. 

The  storm  and  the  rain  drops  hurry  by, 
The  rainbow  gleams  in  the  sunny  sky. 
The  wind  sighs  soft  in  the  tall  tree  tops, 
The  leaves  toss  lightly  the  bright  rain  drops; 
So  come,  my  love,  let  life  and  light 
Attune  thy  heart  to  visions  bright. 

The  clouds  chase  through  the  fields  on  high, 
The  sunshine  gladdens  the  blue  blue  sky. 
The  lily,  the  rose,  the  clover  cup. 
The  grace  and  joy  of  life  drink  up; 
So  come,  my  love,  and  learn  with  me 
The  lilt  of  nature  glad  and  free. 


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May  all  thy  years  with  joy  be  rife, 
May  glad  sweet  thrills  of  love  and  life, 
And  summer  dews,  and  summer  skies 
Enrich  thy  soul,  glow  in  thine  eyes; 
So  come,  my  love,  let  joy  and  grace 
Dance  in  thy  heart,  shine  in  thy  face. 


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THE  BLIND  GOD 

^HE  crafty,  "winged,  wary  boy 
Who  speeds  his  fiery  darts, 
With  twang  of  bow  and  deadly  aim 
To  pierce  young  lovers'  hearts, 
Is  blind  to  all  a  maiden's  faults. 
And  wears  across  his  eyes 
A  bandage  tied,  and  ever  thus 
His  subtle  trade  he  plies. 

His  lovely  ways  and  gracious  wiles. 

His  sweet  and  winsome  arts, 

With  deadly  poison  tip  the  barbs 

He  aims  at  lovers'  hearts. 

He  starts  a  fire  within  the  breast, 

And  daily  feeds  the  flame; 

With  yearning,  burning,  wild  desire 

He  fills  and  thrills  the  same. 

The  bitter-sweet,  the  pleasure-pain 
That  in  the  bosom  smarts. 
The  crafty  boy  with  sightless  eyes 
And  ceaseless  cunning  starts. 

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And  with  such  aching  arrows  he 
Unerring  fills  the  mind, 
One  wonders  that  a  lad  so  wise 
Should  be  so  awful  blind. 


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SWEET  MY  LOVE  WITH  EYES  OF  BLUE 

r\  SWEET  my  love  with  eyes  of  blue, 
And  the  winning,  winsome  smile  ! 
I'll  journey  along  the  way  with  you 
With  never  a  weary  mile; 
Together  we'll  travel  the  golden  way 
That  lovers  have  gone  this  many  a  day. 
The  blithesome,  gladsome,  wholesome  way 
That  leadeth  along  to  God. 

O  sweet  my  love  with  eyes  of  blue, 
And  the  gentle,  genial  soul ! 
I'll  gladly  journey  along  with  you 
Till  we  reach  the  shining  goal. 
Then  sweet  my  love  with  dancing  eyes 
Above  our  heads  the  smiling  skies 
Shall  lure  us  to  the  golden  prize 
Of  love  and  life  and  God. 

O  sweet  my  love  with  eyes  of  blue. 
And  the  winning,  winsome  smile  ! 
I'll  loiter  along  the  road  with  you, 
And  every  care  beguile. 


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I'll  cull  you  flowers  with  rare  delight,  '\ 
And  weave  them  into  a  garland  bright, — 

The  reds  and  yellows,  the  blue,  the  white,  \ 

The  aster  and  golden  rod.  I 

0  sweet  my  love  with  eyes  of  blue,  \ 

And  the  tender,  smiling  face  !  i 
I'll  journey  along  life's  way  with  you, — 

Teach  me  your  gentle  grace.  I 

And  though  the  road  wind  up  the  hill,  | 
We'll  climb  the  summit  with  right  good  will,  :< 

And  joy  shall  gladden  our  hearts  until  ^ 

We  sleep  beneath  the  sod.  \ 

■  \ 

0  sweet  my  love  with  eyes  of  blue,  \ 

And  the  winning  winsome  smile  !  I 

I'll  travel  the  winding  way  with  you  j 

With  never  a  w^eary  mile.  j 

Along  the  road  we'll  run  and  race,  \ 
Though  sun  and  wind  be  in  our  face 

We'll  run  the  course  at  a  blinding  pace,  ; 
And  then  go  home  to  God. 


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E'ER  THE  SILVER  CORD  BE  LOOSED 

Tj^'ER  the  moon  and  the  stars  be  darkened, 

And  the  gathering  cloud  expands; 
E'er  the  grinders  cease  from  grinding, 
And  the  mill  wheel  idly  stands; 
E'er  the  walls  of  our  house  shall  crumble, 
Its  foundation  laid  in  the  sands; 
Let  us  build  a  house  eternal, 
A  house  not  made  with  hands. 

E'er  the  daughters  of  music  shall  perish, 
That  gladden  our  hearts  with  mirth; 
And  the  almond  tree  shall  flourish 
In  its  white  little  mound  of  earth; 
E'er  the  doors  be  shut  and  the  windows 
In  the  house  and  land  of  our  birth; 
Let  us  strive  for  a  life  that  is  perfect, 
A  life  of  surpassing  worth. 

E'er  the  pitcher  break  at  the  fountain, 
And  our  shattered  hopes  prove  vain; 
E'er  the  wheel  be  down  at  the  cistern. 
And  the  night  begin  in  rain; 


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E'er  the  harp  of  life  be  string] ess, 
Or  we  halt  on  a  single  line; 
Let  us  sing  a  song  that  is  faultless, 
A  rhapsody  all  divine. 

E'er  the  silver  cord  be  loosened 
By  the  gnawing  effects  of  time; 
Or  the  golden  bowl  be  broken 
That  holds  thy  love  and  mine; 
E'er  the  vigor  of  youth  be  ended, 
And  we  bow  beneath  the  strain; 
Let  us  prove  a  love  that  is  deathless, 
With  a  passion  akin  to  pain. 


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A  BOATING  SONG 

'pOW,  row,  boatman,  row, 

Strongly  pull  the  oar,  ho!  ho! 
Merrily  cut  the  water,  oh! 
Row,  boatman,  row. 

Merrily  through  the  waters  glide. 
Speeding  away  with  wind  and  tide, 
The  moon  for  a  guide  we  ride,  we  ride, 
Row,  boatman,  row. 

Love  is  sweet  and  eyes  are  bright 
Under  the  vaulted  arch  of  night, 
Moon,  moon,  hide  your  light. 
Row,  boatman,  row. 

Plighted  troth  was  ne'er  so  sweet. 
Never  a  joy  so  near  complete. 
The  world  is  conquered  beneath  our  feet, 
Row,  boatman,  row. 

Row,  row,  boatman,  row, 
Happy  of  heart  we  homeward  go, 
Pull  with  a  will,  yo,  ho!  heave  ho! 
Row,  boatman,  row. 


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POLLY 


TT7HEN  light  and  lithesome  Polly 
Went  tripping  down  the  lane, 
The  little  birds  all  sing  to  her, 
The  pretty  flowers  all  bowed  to  her, 
And  every  leaf  did  beckon  her 
To  dance  and  dance  again. 

Her  eye's  blue  full  of  summer, 
Her  lip's  red  full  of  grace! — 
The  berries  nodded  low  to  her, 
The  violets  were  good  to  her, 
The  wayside  roses  blushed  to  her, 
So  fresh  and  fair  her  face! 

Now  lithe  and  lightsome  Polly 
Sleeps  yonder  in  the  lane. 
And  still  the  birds  all  sing  for  her, 
The  roses  bloom  and  wait  for  her. 
The  daisies  mourn  and  fade  for  her 
Who  never  comes  again. 


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THE  FAIREST  MAID  OF  ALL 

npO  the  one  who  is  the  nearest 

In  all  the  world  to  me 
I  would  pledge  a  love,  the  dearest, 
Through  all  eternity. 

She  hath  snared  me  with  her  glances, 
She  hath  slain  me  with  her  eyes. 
And  my  heart  with  rapture  dances 
In  a  whirl  of  glad  surprise. 

In  the  month  of  June  I  wooed  her. 
In  another  June  we  wed ; 
For  her  head  and  heart  I  sued  her. 
Won  her  hand,  and  heart,  and  head. 

In  her  face  I  see  a  glory 
That  makes  her  heart  its  shrine; 
In  her  eyes  I  read  a  story 
That  kindles  joy  in  mine. 


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There's  a  tender,  winsome  sadness 
That  lingers  in  her  voice; 
In  her  smile  there  is  a  gladness 
That  makes  my  heart  rejoice. 

And  her  soul  informs  a  beauty 
With  grace  and  sweetness  rife; 
Love's  her  law,  and  love's  a  duty; 
Law  and  love  shall  rule  my  life. 

She  is  like  the  star  of  morning. 
She  shines  so  wondrous  fair; 
Like  the  rose  her  cheek  adorning. 
As  rich  and  sweet  and  rare. 

How  the  winter's  snows  become  her; 
Though  the  years  have  dimmed  her  eye, 
Still  the  warmth  and  glow  of  summer 
Dwell  within  her  heart  for  aye. 


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THE  MOON  AND  THE  SEA 

^HE  moon  at  the  sea  in  a  rapture  was  gazing 

Ages,  long  ages,  ago; 
And  the  sea  to  the  moon  its  own  image  uprising 

Murmured  a  love-song  low. 

The  moon  was  ensnared  in  the  sea's  surging 

bosom. 
The  sea  went  in  guest  of  the  moon. 
While  the  moon  wandered  over  the  deep  blue 

of  heaven. 
The  sea  wandered  after  the  moon. 

When  the  clouds  veiled  the  face  of  the  moon 

high  in  heaven. 
Loud  was  the  moan  of  the  sea; 
But  it  smiled  with  delight  on  the  midsummer 

even 
When  the  moon  wandered  cloudless  and  free. 

As  the  love  of  the  sea  for  the  moon  is  enduring, 
Mine,  love,  for  thee  shall  be  so; 

As  the  love  of  the  moon  for  the  sea  is  alluring 
Thine,  love,  to  me  has  been  so. 


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THE  SPAN  OF  LIFE 

TDRIEF  is  the  span  of  life  allotted  to  us — 
A  fleeting  shadow,  or  a  fading  flower, 
A  moth  that  weakly  flutters  in  the  sunlight, 
Or  spreads  its  wings  for  one  swift  passing  hour. 

Yet  in  that  span  what  joys  and  sorrows  thrill  us,  | 
What  lofty  hope,  what  spirit-heavy  care!  I 

We  smile  as  children  do  o'er  some  new  toy  ori 

treasure,  I 

Or  weep  with  some  deep, sudden, strong  despair. 

I 
We  lay  our  plans  with  merry  shouts  of  laughter,  | 
We  build  with  joy,  while   love,  sweet   love,  | 

inspires, 

We  weep  at  last  o'er  heaped  and  tumbled  ruins. 
O'er  withered  hopes,  and  baffled  wild  desires. 

0  Thou,  whose  heart  is  touched  by  our  vain 

striving. 

When  life  is  done,  in  that  eternal  day  j 

Beyond  the  sunset;  may  we  see  Thee  smiling,  j 
And  follow  there  the  One  True  Builder's  wayl| 


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THE  LAND  OF  DREAMS 

TN  the  land  of  dreams,  the  land  of  dreams, 

Where  fancy  flits  and  fancy  gleams, 
Where  rainbow  tints  and  perfumes  rare 
O'er-arch  the  sky  and  scent  the  air, — 
Ah!  life  is  not  just  what  it  seems 
In  the  land  of  dreams,  the  land  of  dreams. 

In  the  land  of  dreams,  of  our  waking  dreams, 

Where  peace  abides  and  love's  light  streams, 

Where  castles  grand  against  the  sky 

Enthuse  the  soul,  enrich  the  eye, — 

Our  life  is  not  just  what  it  seems 

In  the  land  of  dreams,  the  land  of  dreams. 

In  the  land  of  dreams,  of  our  sleeping  dreams, 
\Vhere  strange  lights  shed  uncanny  beams, 
Where  shapeless  forms  and  groundless  fears 
Deceive  the  heart,  and  start  the  tears, — 
Oh!  life  is  not  just  what  it  seems, — 
In  the  land  of  dreams,  the  land  of  dreams. 


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In  the  land  of  dreams,  the  land  of  dreams, 
Where  hopes  rise  high  and  fancy  teems, 
Where  visions  sought  and  victories  planned 
Allure  the  soul,  make  strong  the  hand, — 
Dear,  what  were  we  without  our  dreams, 
Without  our  life  in  the  land  of  dreams. 


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DAN  CUPID 

TIT  HAT  mighty  spirit  is  this 

Riving  my  soul,  and  elate, 
Jubilant,  promising  bliss, 
Urging  my  being  like  Fate 
Driving  her  fettered  ones  straight 
Forward  to  Duty  ?     The  spell 
Bindeth  me  fast  like  a  great 
Angel,  or  demon  from  Hell. 

Longing  and  yearning  the  while, 
Fancies  are  rife  in  my  brain 
Of  her  rich  voice  and  her  smile. 
Thrilling  my  heart  once  again 
Joy  comes,  a  joy  full  of  pain. 
Born  of  an  excess  of  bliss, 
Heating  the  blood  in  my  vein. 
What  mighty  Spirit  is  this  ? 

Then  to  my  soul  comes  a  peace 
Bringing  me  rest,  while  my  heart 
Whispers  to  let  go  the  keys 
Of  the  blest  palace  of  art, 

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Music,  and  mirth,  and  depart. 
Heeding  the  call  from  above; 
Let  go  my  day  dreams  and  start 
Swift  on  a  journey  of  love. 

O  the  wild  joy  of  the  soul 
Waking  to  love  !     How  the  fleet 
Witcheries  quivering  roll 
Over  us  like  a  flood.     Sweet 
Ecstacy,  sudden,  complete, 
Filleth  the  heart,  till,  in  thrall, 
Full  at  the  worshipped  one's  feet, 
Mastered,  submissive  we  fall. 


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SLEIGHING 

'^IS  a  clear  still  night, 

And  the  stars  shine  bright, 
And  the  storm  king  is  in  hiding; 
O'er  the  calm  white  earth, 
'Mid  the  jolliest  mirth. 
Our  sleigh  goes  smoothly  riding. 
To  the  crack  !  crack  !  crack  ! 
Of  the  snow  white  track. 
And  the  pitty,  pitty,  pat  of  the  horses 
We  glide  along 
With  shout  and  song, 
Or  leap  o'er  the  bounding  courses. 

Our  hearts  beat  free. 

And  thrill  with  glee, 

With  joy  and  jest  abounding; 

We  lift  on  high 

To  the  wintry  sky 

Our  voices  loud  resounding; 


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To  the  clink  !  clink  !  clink  ! 

Of  the  sleigh  belFs  song, 

Mid  the  roar  of  mingled  laughter, 

Away  we  go 

O'er  the  sparkling  snow, 

And  echo  follows  after. 

We  race  for  the  prize 

Of  the  two  brown  eyes 

Of  the  fair  one  gaily  glancing; 

To  the  gleam  and  glow 

Of  the  lips  aflow 

Our  hearts  begin  a  dancing; 

While  the  tinkling  bells 

To  the  dear  moon  tells 

What  hopes  fond  hearts  are  praying, 

'Tis  all  made  right 

'Neath  the  bright  star-light 

When  lovers  go  a-sleighing. 


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LIFE  AND  LOVE 
1  Morning, 

^ONDER  the  sun  in  his  glory  is  rising, 

Dawn   and   her   brightness   are  purpling 
the  gray, 
Morning  begins  with  her  beauty  surprising; 
Innocent  childhood  is  God's  bright  new  day. 
Love  is  the  angel,  the  good  angel  leading 
Life  like  the  dawn  on  the  beautiful  hills, 
Gently  the  gracious  one  leadeth  us,  pleading. 
Into  the  paths  that  the  All-Father  wills. 

2  Noon, 

High  in  the  heavens  the  great  sun  is  riding. 
Blazing  his  pathway  across  the  blue  sky. 
Full  day  is  come  and  the  stars  are  in  hiding. 
Manhood  with  vigor  is  mounting  on  high. 
Love  stronger,  sweeter,  is  still  the  good  angel 
Leading  life  on  in  our  manhood's  full  tide. 
Changing  our  harshness  to  sweetness,  the  angel 
Gives  grace  for  hardness  and  beauty  for  pride. 


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S  Night. 

Into  the  West  sinks  the  sun  all  a-golden; 
Night  winds  are  stealing  up  over  the  sea; 
Day  dies  at  last,  and  lost  is  the  olden 
Glory  that  brightened  for  you  and  for  me. 
What  of  the  daylight?     What  has  life  given  ? 
Have  we  the  toil  of  the  course  fitly  done  ? 
Love   strongest,  sweetest,  replies,    ^Thou  hast 

striven 
The  crown  and  the  crowning  thou  hast  truly 

won." 


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LOVE  IN  THE  CLOISTERS 

TV^-ATTHEW,  Mark,  Luke  and  John, 
Bless  the  ground  that  I  walk  on, 
Bless  the  priest  and  bless  the  people. 
Bless  the  church  and  bless  the  steeple. 
Matthew,  Mark,  Luke  and  John, 
Bless  the  ground  that  I  walk  on. 

Bless  the 

Oh  what  lovely  eyes 
Like  the  dusk  in  evening  skies  ! 
And  her  form,  what  airy  grace  ! 
What  a  soul  shines  in  her  face  ! 
From  the  red  lines  of  her  lips 
To  her  blessed  finger  tips, — 
Ah  Maria  !  how  divine  ! 
She  were  counterpart  of  thine. 
How  these  greedy  eyes  beheld  her  ! 
How  these  arms  did  long  to  hold  her! 
Treading  these  hard  paving  stones. 
Zounds  !  a  fire  burns  in  my  bones 
Kindled  by  the  lightning  flashes 
Of  her  eyes  'neath  soft  eyelashes. 
Curse  the  bishop's  rigid  rules  ! 


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Curse  the  knaves  and  arrant  fools 
Who  prescribe  us  bread  and  water ! 
Zounds  !  but  what  a  charming  daughter  ! 
How  the  lovel}^  vision  haunts  me, 
Steals  my  rest,  disturbs,  torments  me. 
Fronts  me  on  the  sacred  pages 
Of  the  holy  saints  and  sages; 
Rises  up  before  me  kneeling 
Where  the  Virgin's  look  appealing 
Shames  me  with  her  heavenly  beauty 
Bids  me  shun  the  world  for  duty, 
Wakes  me  in  the  still  night  season, 
Robs  me  of  my  rest  and  reason. 
Till  a  voice  speaks  low  within  me 
Words  that  heal  and  woo  and  win  me, 
Till  my  Lord,  the  meek  and  lowly, 
Visits  me  in  visions  holy. 
Stills  the  tumult  in  my  bosom 
With  the  peace  and  calm  of  heaven — 
Matthew,  Mark,  Luke  and  John 
Bless  the  ground  that  I  walk  on, 
Bless  the  church  and  bless  the  steeple, 
Bless  the  priest  and  all  the  people. 


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THE  QUEST  OF  LOVE 

ZITHER  men  may  seek  the  bay  and  laurel, 

Win  the  myrtle  wreath  and  evergreen. 
Theirs  be  all  the  chafing  and  the  quarrel, 
Mine  the  love  of  you,  my  gentle  queen. 
I  shall  struggle — aye  and  do  a  man's  part 
In  all  the  work  the  w^orld  may  have  to  do; 
Fame  is  not  the  motive  of  the  true  heart. 
Mine  to  have  the  love  and  praise  of  you. 
Men  who  miss  the  ivy,  men  who  get  it, 
While  admiring  crowds  applaud  or  frown, 
Find  its  leaves  have  faded  and  regret  it. 
You're  my  everlasting  joy  and  crown. 


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SING  TO  ME,  SWEETHEART,  SING 

TF  you  know  a  song  that  is  sweet  and  true, 

Sing  it,  my  sweetheart,  sing. 
Like  soft  caresses  a  song  that  blesses 
Becomes  an  uplifting  thing. 

If  you  know  a  song  with  a  cheerful  tune,  \ 

Sing  it,  my  sweetheart,  sing. 
'Twill  heal  the  sorrow  our  frail  hearts  borrow,  ; 
And  burdens  will  all  take  wing. 

If  you  know  a  song  that  is  glad  and  strong, 
Sing  it,  my  sweetheart,  sing. 
Through  God's  glad  heaven,  His  bright  blue 
heaven,  | 

Our  spirits  shall  soar  and  sing.  \ 

If  you  know  a  song  that  is  soft  and  low,  ; 

Sing  it,  my  sweetheart,  sing. 
Life's  useless  hurry  and  idle  worry  ; 

Will  lose  their  aching  sting. 


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If  you  know  a  song  with  a  gladsome  ring, 
Sing  it,  my  sweetheart,  sing. 
The  glad  rich  measure  will  sweeten  pleasure, 
And  joy  to  our  dull  lives  bring. 

If  you  know  a  song  that  is  rich  and  rare, 
Sing  it,  my  sweetheart,  sing. 
For  never  a  singer  was  such  a  joy  bringer, 
Sing  to  me,  sweetheart,  sing. 


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A  PRAYER  FOR  THEE 

T~\EAR  one,  loved  one,  far  off,  yet  ever  near, 
For  thee   my  heart  repeats   this   prayer 
sincere : 
May  He  who  led  the  Blessed  Virgin  through 

the  land 
Uphold  thee  with  his  kindly  powerful  hand; 
May  He  who  marks  the  sparrow  in  its  fall 
Be  swift  to  bring  thee  aid  when  thou  shalt  call; 
May  He  who  stilled  the  storm  on  Galilee 
Allay  the  anxious  thoughts  that  come  to  thee; 
May  He  who  blessed  the  lily  of  the  field 
Inspire  thy  life  with  all  that  love  can  yield. 


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SALLIE  LEE 


^HERE'S  a  gentle,  brown-eyed  maiden 


1 
Waits  for  me,  waits  for  me; 


She's  a  merry-hearted  maiden, 

Sallie  Lee,  Sallie  Lee; 
And  I  own  her  power  entrancing 
When  I  see  the  love  light  glancing, 
From  her  eyes  with  rapture  dancing, 
Sallie  Lee,  Sallie  Lee. 

I  first  met  her  at  the  ferry, 
Sallie  Lee,  Sallie  Lee; 

She  was  modest,  she  was  merry, 
Sallie  Lee,  Sallie  Lee; 

Yes,  I  met  her  at  the  ferry, 

She  was  modest,  she  was  merry, 

She  was  ruddy  as  a  cherry, 
Sallie  Lee,  Sallie  Lee. 

Yonder  sun  was  sinking  slowly 
O'er  the  hills,  Sallie  Lee; 


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AN    OLD    SWEETHEART   OF   MINE 

When  I  saw  the  vision  holy, 

Sallie  Lee,  Sallie  Lee; 
Yes,  the  sun  was  sinking  slowly 
When  I  saw  the  vision  holy 
Of  a  maiden  sweet  and  lowly, 

Sallie  Lee,  Sallie  Lee. 

As  the  shades  of  night  were  falling, 

Sallie  Lee,  Sallie  Lee, 
I  could  hear  the  crickets  calling, 

^'Sallie  Lee,  Sallie  Lee;" 
And  my  bliss  was  past  recalling 
When  the  echoes  softly  falling 
Murmured  low  the  cricket's  calling, 

*^ Sallie  Lee,  Sallie  Lee.'' 

The  nightingale  was  singing, 

^^  Sallie  Lee,  Sallie  Lee;  " 
And  he  set  the  woodlands  ringing, 

'^Sallie  Lee,  Sallie  Lee;  " 
Heart  to  heart  was  fondly  clinging 
As  the  nightingale  went  winging 
Through  the  woodlands  sweetly  singing, 
^^  Sallie  Lee,  Sallie  Lee." 

She's  a  tender,  brown-eyed  maiden 
Fair  to  see,  fair  to  see; 


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She's  a  gracious-hearted  maiden, 
Sallie  Lee,  Sallie  Lee; 

Though  our  heads  are  old  and  hoary, 

Oh,  the  olden  golden  glory 

That  lights  up  that  old  love-story, 
Sallie  Lee,  Sallie  Lee! 


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WINSOME  NELL 

T^ITHIN  my  soul  I  reared  a  throne 

Where  she  might  reign  supreme,  alone, 
With  sweet  devotion  knelt  to  pay 
The  homage  she  might  thrust  away. 

An  altar  next  I  builded,  she  ] 

Was  radiant  with  all  charms  to  me,  I 

And  there  with  rapt,  beseeching  eyes  ; 

I  offered  daily  sacrifice.  ; 

She  took  the  gifts  I  offered  her,  j 

And  gently  raised  the  worshipper,  j 

And  now  within  her  heart  I  dwell,  \ 

The  heart  of  lovely  winsome  Nell.  \ 


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,<; 

"i 
I 

LOVE  AND  SONG  I 

^npHE  soul  of  a  singer  that  soars  J 

Escapes  both  metre  and  measure;  \ 

Bind  him  who  can  and  will,  j 

He  roams  the  wide  world  at  pleasure;  : 

The  songs  that  well  from  his  heart  .; 

Are  born  of  the  spirit  in  silence  I 

Issuing  thence  into  life  i 

Forth  from  the  Infinite  presence.  I 

The  soul  of  a  mortal  that  loves  ] 

Defies  all  rhythm  and  reason, —  ) 

A  tangle  of  wild  delights,  •' 

Of  infinite  pains  without  reason ;  i 

Feelings  too  fine  for  speech,  | 

Longings  elusive,  unbidden;  '[ 

Ever  beyond  one's  reach  j 

Is  the  mystery  subtle  and  hidden.  ; 


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ALONE  IN  THE  WORLD 

OOME  day  a  voice 

Will  call  from  the  skies  above 
Saying,  '^  His  time  to  sleep."     Love, 
One  of  us  then  shall  turn  the  eyes, 
And  answer  that   voice   calling   from   the 

skies, 
Our   hands   shall   clasp,    and   after   sweet 

good-byes, 
Shall  sever  all  the  old  dear  tender  ties. 
One  of  us  shall,  which  one  ? 

Some  day  a  hand 

Will  part  us  on  the  way; 

One  to  share  eternal  day, 

And  one,  bereft  of  all  sweet  love's  demand. 

Lonely  there  in  the  road  shall  stand. 

And,  weeping,  stretch  a  helpless  hand 

To  one  who  watches  in  the  spirit  land. 

Which  shall  it  be,  which  one  ? 


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THE  POWER  OF  LOVE 

T^  EAR  Heart,  the  love  that  burns  within  our 

bosoms, 
That  brings  such  wealth  of  happiness  and  bliss, 
Shall  beautify  the  heaven  we  reach  to-morrow, 
While  lending  deep  significance  to  this. 

The  faith  that  clings  to  lofty  spirit  yearnings. 
And  holds  within  its  grasp  the  things  of  truth, 
That  triumphs  over  doubt,  and  sin,  and  sorrow. 
Our  love  shall  strengthen  with  the  strength  of 
youth. 

The   hope  that  soars   the   topmost   heights  of 

glory. 
That,  rising  boldly,  tramples  every  fear, 
That  lifts  the  soul  to  grander  higher  levels, 
Our  love  shall  surely  brighten  year  by  year. 


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The  peace,  that,  like  a  quiet  evening  sunset, 
Lights  up  a  golden  glory  in  the  sky, 
That  brings  a  precious  gentle  benediction. 
Our  love  shall  deepen,  soften,  glorify. 

The  trust  that  never  faults  nor  frets  a  lover, 
But  confident  abides  through  every  test, 
That  grounds  itself  deep  in  another's  honor, 
Our  love  shall  deepen  into  perfect  rest. 

The  charity  that  hides  another's  failings, 
That  faithful  proves  in  spite  of  all  defects. 
That  heals  with  sweet  forgiveness  every  error, 
Our  love  ennobles,  justifies,  perfects. 

The  joy  that  beats  in  gladsome, tuneful  measure, 
And  with  its  rousing  cadence  stirs  the  soul, 
That   has    its    hidden    springs    in    righteous 

pleasure. 
Our  love  shall  gladden,  brighten  and  control. 

The  will  that  moves  to  earnest  strong  endeavor, 
That  plants  itself  on  right,  and  never  swerves. 
That  urges  on  to  do  one's  simple  duty, 
Our  love  shall  guide  w4th  strong  and  steady 
nerves. 


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AN    OLD   SWEETHEART   OF   MINE  j 

The  life  that  serves  all  holy,  high  ideals,  ) 

That  longing,  yearning,  striving  looks  to  God,  | 

That   holds   in   trust   His   gracious   gifts  and  : 

blessings,  \ 

Our  love  shall  lift  above  the  crumbling  clod.  : 

1 

And  so  all  grace  and  beauty,  wisdom,  power,  \ 

And  whatsoever  gifts  His  love  imparts,  i 

Our  love  to  high  and  holy  ends  inspires,  \ 

And  wakes  a  nobler  purpose  in  our  hearts.  | 


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A  TRANSFORMATION 

OINCE  first  I  saw  the  soul  that  lies 

Within  thy  gracious  earnest  eyes, 
My  own  has  been  made  clear  to  see 
The  need  of  greater  grace  in  me. 


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LOVE  AT  THE  GATES  OF  DEATH  ^ 

T^UMB  by  her  side  I  sat, speechless  and  weary;  ] 

Gone  were  the  hopes  of  years,  smiling  and  \ 

fair;  | 

She  whom  I'd  loved  seemed  lost,  slain  by  the  .: 

fever,  \ 

Not  once  she  spoke  to  me  lone  weeping  there.  ; 

1 

Once  gladness  filled   her  heart;  joy   like   the  ■ 

summer  i 

Danced  in  her  lovely  eyes  tender  and  true;  ■ 

Hushed   was   her  gentle   voice;    and,    in   the  ; 

silence,  \ 

Waiting  the  will  of  God  closer  we  drew.  ; 

Weeks  had  we  waited  there,  vainly  we  watched  ] 

her;  : 

Closed  was  her  lovely  eye,  her  breathing  slow;  '\ 

There    on    her    love    I   mused,    longing  and  \ 

yearning  j 

.  For  one  sweet  word  of  hope,  I  loved  her  so.  \ 

\ 

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ANNIE   LAURIE  ] 

Then  on  my  inner  eye  flashed  all  her  beauty,  j 
All  her  soul's  radiant  goodness  anew,  i 

All   the  sweet  deeds  she  did  proved  how  she 

loved  me,  i 

All  the  kind  words  she  spoke  then  thrilled  me  i 

through.  \ 

Dumb  with  despair  and  gloom,  lonely,  for-  \ 
saken,  ! 

Kneeling  beside  her  couch  strongly  I  prayed,     \ 

When  lo  !  she  oped  her  eyes,  vanquished  the  \ 
fever !  \ 

Faith,  hope  and  love  returned  bright  with  j 
the  day.  \ 

Out  through  the  open   door   stole  the   death  ; 

angel,  1 

Joy   like   a   ray   of   light   broke   through   the  \ 

gloom,  I 

Back  from  the  jaws  of  death  closing  behind  her  n 
Came   the   sweet  life   I    loved,    cheating    the  \ 

tomb.  \ 

\ 
Now  to  my  heart  she  speaks  softly  and  gently,   j 

All  the  great  love  she  has  filling  her  voice  j 

Lifts  her  sweet  eyes  to  mine,  tender,  entreating,  I 

Bids  me  toil  bravely  on,  work  and  rejoice.  | 

I 
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AN   OLD   SWEETHEART   OF   MINE 

All  through  my  life  she'll  go  singing  forever, 
Part  of  my  very  self,  deathless  and  free; 
Her  soul  from  my  soul  nothing  can  sever, 
Best  bliss  of  Eden  by  Heaven's  decree. 


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LOVE  UNIVERSAL 

T^HAT  subtle  mysteries 

Great  Nature  speaks  to  all  ! 
With  what  wild  witcheries 
She  holds  our  hearts  in  thrall ! 
She  holds  our  hearts  in  thrall 
With  weirdest  phantasies, 
With  hungers  that  appall, 
With  empty  vanities. 

'Neath  leafy  canopies 
The  feathered  tribes  are  found, 
Their  carroled  colloquies 
Through  all  the  woods  resound. 
Through  all  the  woods  resound 
Their  tuneful  melodies; 
And  echo  round  and  round 
Their  lyric  symphonies. 

Beneath  the  arching  frieze 
With  many  flossy  lines 
Its  gauzelike  filagrees 
The  spider  swift  designs. 

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AN   OLD   SWEETHEART   OF   MINE 

She  weaves  her  bright  designs 
Of  silken  traceries 
O'er  bush  and  porch  and  vhie 
And  hidden  galleries. 

Through  vast  immensities 
The  stars  bend  round  the  pole; 
In  shining  galaxies 
They,  singing,  onward  roll. 
They  onward  forward  roll 
With  matchless  minstrelsies 
That  fill  the  great  world-soul 
With  deathless  harmonies. 

O  Life,  O  Love,  if  these 
Such  joyous  gladness  find, 
What  rich,  sweet  melodies 
Should  ring  within  the  mind  ! 
There  thrill  within  the  mind 
Such  joyous  symphonies 
That  life's  great  end  we  find 
In  love's  humanities. 


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A  DREAM  FACE 

lyT'EARS,  years  ago, 

With  one  whose  love  ne'er  fades, 
As  a  little  child  I  played, 
My  heart  aglow. 

Years,  years  ago, 
In  field  flowers  rich  arrayed. 
My  heart  he  oft  had  made 
With  joy  overflow. 

Seen  through  the  years. 
Now  that  my  head  is  grayed, 
And  life  is  stern  and  staid, 
It  brings  the  tears. 

Years,  years  ago. 

Our  hearts  then  unafraid 

From  love's  law  ne'er  had  strayed, 

Nor  felt  a  blow. 


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AN    OLD   SWEETHEART   OF   MINE 

Years,  years  ago, 
In  a  little  room  I  prayed, 
That  God  who  all  things  swayed 
Would  spare  us  woe. 

The  distant  years, 
Now  that  life's  debt  is  paid. 
And  he  to  rest  is  laid. 
Oft  bring  the  tears. 


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SUMMUM  BONUM 

^HE  best  of  all  that  earth  imparts 

Is  just  the  love  of  human  hearts, 
The  steadfast  trust  that  never  cloys, 
Nor  tires  with  simple  homely  joys. 

The  common  love  that  throbs  and  thrills 
Within  the  soul  that  virtue  fills 
Is  like  an  anchor  to  the  soul, 
When  passion's  billows  o'er  us  roll. 

O  blest  are  they  and  nobly  wise 
Who  find  the  bliss  of  paradise 
In  lowly  hearts,  and  daily  prove 
A  humble  faith  and  constant  love  ! 


AN   OLD   SWEETHEART   OF   MINE 


THE  ECSTASY  OF  LOVE  J 

k 

yp[  lips,  thy  lips  I 

Pressed  close  together-  | 
Light  as  a  feather — 
Two  hearts  are  one. 
Soul,  hast  thou  felt  the  bliss  ? 
Hath  earth  a  joy  like  this  ? 

Ecstacy  in  a  kiss —  j 

There,  the  deed's  done  ! 

j 

My  hand,  thy  hand  | 

Clasped  thus  forever —  | 

Joy  beyond  measure  i 

Filling  the  Hfe.  j 

Who  tell  the  whole  of  it  ?  \ 

Oh  the  wild  joy  of  it !  I 

Never  to  part  from  it —  • 

Husband  and  wife  !  I 


ANNIE   LAURIE 

Dear  heart,  sweetheart, 
Thy  life  with  mine, 
My  life  with  thine, 
Deeply  imbedded— 
Earth  holds  no  greater  prize; 
Thus  we  shall  win  the  skies; 
Into  our  heaven  rise. 
Welded  and  wedded. 


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BITTER-SWEET 

npOGETHER  we    have    blended    pain    and 

pleasure, 
Drunk  the  cup  of  mingled  Joy  and  woe, 
Danced  the  lilt  of  life  in  changing  measure, 
Learned  its  cadence  running  high  and  low. 

Visions  bright  and  lovely  grief  has  saddened, 

Stealing  unaware  upon  us,  dear. 

Hearts   bowed    down    with    sorrow    joy    has 

gladdened. 
Driving  from  us  peril,  pain  and  fear. 

Pale-eyed  care  with  features  wan  and  weary 
Sat  beside  us  morning,  noon  and  night, 
Threatened  us  with  loss  and,  sad  and  dreary. 
Stole  away  our  gladness  and  delight. 

Sweet-voiced  joy  then  sought  us  in  our  mourn- 

ino" 
Sang  us  songs  that  cheered  our  darkened  hour, 
Sweeter  grew^  her  singing  in  the  morning. 
As  the  smiling  sun  lifts  up  the  flower. 


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Thorns  and  roses  strew  the  pathway  ever, 
Weeping,  laughter,  sojourn  side  by  side. 
Thorns  may  serve  to  baffle  our  endeavor, 
But  the  roses  only  shall  abide. 

Joys  have  lightened  all  our  petty  sorrow, 
Tears  have  changed  to  priceless  pearls  and  gems. 
Both  will  brighten  softly  on  the  morrow 
Into  starry  crowns  and  diadems. 


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GOLDEN  FANCIES 

^HE  wild  rose  bursting  its  pinken  petals, 

Scenting  the  air  with  its  mild  perfume; 
The  violets  waking  from  sleep  in  the  meadow, 
Spreading  a  carpet  from  nature's  loom; 

The  red  robin  trilling  his  April  measures, 
Filling  the  woodlands  wild  with  tune; 
The  nightingale  winging  away  to  her  treasures, 
Telling  her  joy  to  the  listening  moon; 

The  day  dawn  that  chases  the  fleeing  shadows, 
Flooding  with  gladness  the  night's  deep  gloom; 
The   sunshine  that   dances    with    joy  on  the 

heather, 
Snared  by  the  dew  on  the  flowers  in  bloom; 

The  tender  depths  of  the  sky's  blue  in  Summer, 
As  slowly  the  days  lengthen  out  in  June; — 
These  are  the  fancies  in  which  I  enshrine  thee, 
Queen  of  my  life  and  its  richest  boon. 


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THE  PARALYSIS  OF  LOVE 

r^HE  soul  of  man  like  a  golden  harp 

Is  strung  with  emotions  fine 
That  respond  to  the  touch  of  a  player's  hand 
In  melodies  soft,  divine. 
With  rh3^thmic  beat,  and  in  major  mood 
Its  music  is  all  afire, 
Expressing  in  many  an  interlude 
Its  hidden  and  deep  desire. 

In  the  days  of  youth  when  hope  soars  high, 

The  music  is  rich  and  strong, 

And  love  is  the  chief  of  the  wild  desires 

That  waken  the  soul  with  song. 

And  love  is  the  best  of  the  golden  strings 

And  love  has  the  sweetest  power 

To  lure  the  soul  on  to  higher  things 

And  quicken  its  flight  each  hour. 

But  age  comes  on  and  the  heart  grows  chill 
By  the  storms  of  winter  swept. 
And  away  goes  the  joy  of  the  glad  wild  thrill 
Of  the  feelings  that  long  have  slept; 

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For  over  the  heart  of  the  human  soul 
As  over  the  heart  of  earth 
The  flowers  of  feeling  first  grow,  then  fade, 
And  death  follows  fast  on  birth. 

No  longer  to  love  as  we  used  to  love 

E'  er  the  soul  had  been  nipped  by  the  frost, 

And  to  see  all  the  strings  of  the  harp  hang  limp 

Or  jangled  and  twisted  and  cross' t. 

To  see  all  the  feelings  within  us  die, 

And  our  spirits  grow  mute  and  still, — 

Ah  !  this  is  a  drama  too  dark  and  deep 

For  all  but  the  Father's  will. 


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HER  BEWITCHED  VIOLIN 

OHE  played  upon  her  violin, 

The  soul  of  music  was  within, 
It  thrilled  one's  heart  with  memories  rife 
Of  hope,  and  joy,  and  love,  and  life, 
And  mingled  dreamy  mysteries 
With  subtle,  secret  witcheries. 

Her  thrilling,  singing  violin 

A  dryad  has  his  home  within, 

That  left  the  wood  when  fell  the  tree, 

And  wandered  homeless,  friendless,  free, 

Till  now  he  makes  his  home  within 

Her  weeping,  laughing  violin. 

Oh  violin  !  sweet  violin  ! 
What  rare  old  tunes  there  are  within 
Thy  heart,  heard  long  ago  when  grew 
Thy  fibres,  vibrant  through  and  through 


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With  woodland  notes,  and  mystic  runes 

That  dryad  hums,  or  wood  sprite  croons; 

Such  tunes  of  airy,  Hvely  grace 

As  jolly  cupids  dance  apace; 

And  then  such  tunes  of  minor  moods 

As  when  sad  winds  steal  through  the  woods  ;- 

Joy,  and   est,  and  mirth,  and  laughter, 

Passion,  pathos  coming  after! 

That  violin,  her  violin. 
What  witchery  there  was  within, 
Its  tones  were  richer  than  the  flute. 
Its  accents  softer  than  the  lute, 
It  whispered  messages  of  love. 
It  sighed  and  sang  of  life  and  love, 
The  love  that  trembled  on  her  lips, 
And  thrilled  her  to  the  finger  tips, 
Till  in  my  soul  the  music  lingers 
Played  by  her  light  supple  fingers 
On  my  heart  strings,  vibrant,  singing, 
Love's  sweet  joys  unto  me  bringing! 

Whene'er  she  plays  her  violin 
My  soul  is  all  afire  within; 
While,  lo  !  to  see  it  press  her  cheek', 
I  envy  so  I  scarce  can  speak, 


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The  music  blending  with  my  feeling, 
While  all  mj  senses  go  a-reeling; 
Such  mysteries  haunt  my  being,  till 
My  heart  is  slave  to  her  sweet  will; 
She  has  such  binding  power  within 
Her  violin,  sweet  violin! 


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SHE  WAS  A  LOVELY  DREAM 

AH!  she  was  a  lovely  dream 

The  gods  let  fall  from  the  sky, 
And  deep  in  my  heart  did  the  arrows  smart 
That  shot  from  her  twinkling  eye. 

I  saw  her  first  at  the  ford; 

She  pulled  her  bonnet  away; 

'Twas  love  at  a  glance,  my  heart  did  dance, 

And  heaven  seemed  drawing  nigh. 

The  birds  in  the  trees  above 
Made  merry  they  knew  not  why; 
From  all  their  throats  their  silvery  notes 
Called  to  us  as  we  passed  by. 

But  I  was  timid  and  slow, 

And  John  was  quick  and  spry; 

His  vows  were  said  and  they  were  wed, 

And  I  was  a  goose  was  I. 


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i 

THE  SKY  IS  ENRICHED  WITH  STARS  \ 

^HE  sky  is  enriched  with  stars,  1 

The  sea  has  a  million  pearls,  ^ 

But  better  than  all  the  pearls  or  stars,  I 

Are  our  three  little  sunny  girls.  ] 

Like  the  light  in  a  million  stars,  ] 

Like  the  purity  in  sea  pearls,  : 

Are  the  smiling  lips  and  the  tender  eyes  \ 

Of  our  three  merry-hearted  girls.  \ 

■i 

For  their  eyes  shine  as  bright  as  stars,  ] 

Or  distil  great  drops  like  pearls,  '\ 

Yes,  better  than  all  the  pearls  or  stars  ] 

Are  our  brown-eyed,  blue-eyed  girls. 


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AN    OLD   SWEETHEART   OF   MINE 


BONNIE  ANNIE  LAURIE 

npHEY  pitched  their  tents  on  yonder  plain 

Singing  Annie  Laurie; 
They  pitched  their  tents  to  the  glad  refrain, 
Bonnie  Annie  Laurie. 

The  sentinel  paced  his  weary  round 

Singing  Annie  Laurie; 
He  measured  the  distance  on  the  ground 

Singing  Annie  Laurie. 

The  wind  was  murmuring  in  the  pines 

Bonnie  Annie  Laurie; 
List  to  the  lilt  of  the  lazy  lines 

Bonnie  Annie  Laurie. 

She  was  the  girl  that  loved  him  best, 

Bonnie  Annie  Laurie; 
Thinking  of  her  his  heart  was  blest, 

Dear  sweet  Annie  Laurie. 


ANNIE   LAURIE  | 

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He  dreamed  of  war  and  home  by  turn  ] 

And  bonnie  Annie  Laurie;  i 

She'd  wait  her  soldier's  safe  return,  ] 

Faithful  Annie  Laurie.  i 


And  ever  the  heart  of  the  soldier  lad 

Singing  Annie  Laurie 
Was  stirred  by  the  thought  of  the  maiden  glad, 

Dear  sweet  Annie  Laurie. 

But  in  a  new  grave  beneath  the  hill 

Bonnie  Annie  Laurie 
Is  waiting  her  soldier  laddie  still 

Who  sang  of  Annie  Laurie. 


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AX   OLD   SWEETHEART   OF    MINE 


A  MOOD 

T^E  sit  in  the  shadow  thinking, 
Yet  our  hearts  are  far  away, 
And  the  light  in  our  sky  is  sinking, 
So  close,  so  close  to-day. 

We  talk  of  the  things  abiding. 
So  close,  so  close  to-day. 
Yet  each  from  the  other  is  hiding 
His  soul  which  is  far  away. 

Something  has  changed  your  manner. 
Yet  we  sit  so  close  to-day, 
We  are  not  beneath  love's  banner, 
And  our  joy  has  passed  away. 

Your  looks  and  tones  grow  colder. 
Though  you  clasp  me  close  to-day. 
And  my  fears  grow  big  and  bolder. 
Till  they  drive  my  peace  away. 


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ANNIE   LAURIE 

Yet  you  vow  you  love  me  truly, 
And  you  pledge  your  faith,  you  say, 
Can  I  take  your  promise  fully, 
And  trust  you  day  by  day  ? 

I  know  not  what  comes  o'er  me, 
I  know  your  heart  to-day 
Is  true.     The  trouble's  in  me, 
My  heart  is  wrong  to-day. 


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AN    OLD    SWEETHEART   OF   MINE 


MY  GOLDEN  WINSOME  FLEURDELIS 

IVyfY  golden,  winsome  fleurdelis 

I  wear  thee  in  my  heart; 
Within  this  shrine  1^11  keep  thee  mine 
By  every  gentle  art. 
The  heavens  above  are  blue,  my  love, 
And  bright  blue  are  thine  eyes, 
Thy  smiling  face  wears  tenderer  grace 
Than  a  summer  in  Paradise. 

Had  I  the  gift  of  minstrelsy, 

Or  could  my  feelings  voice, 

I'd  sing  a  song  of  love  to  thee. 

Thou  dear  one  of  my  choice. 

I'd  sing  the  rose  that  fragrant  grows 

'Neath  tender  summer  skies. 

The  fairy  dells  and  bright  blue  bells 

That  bloom  in  Paradise. 


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ANNIE   LAURIE 

A  dainty,  dancing  chansonette 

I  would  with  rapture  try, 

Whose  beauty  you  should  ne'er  forget 

My  charming  Lorelei. 

The  pearly  dew  is  clear  and  true. 

And  crystal  clear  art  thou. 

Thou  bring' st  me  rest  within  my  breast 

Where  I  do  wear  thee  now. 


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AN   OLD   SWEETHEART   OF   MINE 


LOVE  NEVER  DIES 

T  OVE  never  dies.     It's  very  essence 

Is  divine,  and  cannc)t  die. 
It  springs  immortal  from  His  presence 
Who  is  all  love,  and  dwell eth  nigh. 

Our  erring  hearts  know  not  its  power 
To  vitalize  each  needy  age; 
Frail  children  !  we  forget  our  dower, 
And  spurn  our  blessed  heritage. 

Within  the  soul  of  every  mortal 
There  flames  a  spark  of  love  divine, 
That  darted  out  of  heaven's  portal 
And  lodged  within  its  human  shrine. 

And  as  beneath  the  leaves  and  mosses 
Arbutus  hides  its  blossoms  sweet, 
So  hearts  reveal  beneath  life's  crosses 
A  love  as  fragrant,  tender,  meet. 


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ANNIE    LAURIE 


APOLLO  BELVIDERE 

r\F  old  Apollo  walked  the  glades 

Of  sylvan  bosky  Arcadie, 
The  while  his  voice  beneath  those  shades 
Awoke  a  glorious  harmony; 
It  thrilled  the  heroes  into  life, 
More  godlike  than  they  erst  had  known, 
And  made  them  with  great  purpose  rife 
To  gain  a  beauty  like  his  own: — 

A  beauty  not  alone  of  form, 
Nor  outward  grace,  nor  strength  of  limb; 
Apollo's  followers  sought  the  norm 
Of  that  soul-grace  they  found  in  him. 
They  coveted  the  godlike  poise, 
The  equal  mind,  the  fearless  heart, 
The  active  peace  true  love  enjoys, 
The  charity  that's  life's  best  art. 

A  Roman  sculptor  dreamed  of  him — 
Apollo  of  the  godlike  mind — 
And  soon  a  block  of  stone  did  trim 
To  wake  the  soul  that  lurked  behind; 

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AN    OLD    SWEETHEART   OF   MINPZ 

The  people  saw  the  form  and  soul, 
And  cried,  ^'The  god  himself  is  here"  ! 
And  now  we  call  this  beauteous  whole, 
Our  own  ' '  Apollo  Belvidere. ' ' 

Thy  form  is  like  his,  O  my  own  ! 
My  lover  with  the  human  mind  ! 
The  spirit  that  informed  that  stone 
Is  kin  to  that  thy  form  outlined 
I  wish  for  thee  his  godlike  poise, 
His  equal  mind,  his  fearless  heart, 
The  active  peace  true  love  enjoys 
The  charity  that's  life's  great  art. 

I  wish  thee  more  than  Grecian  god 
Or  Roman  artist  hath  conceived; 
The  footsteps  that  the  Christus  trod, 
The  life  the  Nazarene  hath  lived, 
May  they  be  thine;  and  mayst  thou  teach 
A  clearer  faith,  a  love  more  broad, 
A  manhood  that  shall  dare  to  reach 
And  strive  to  see  our  Master's  God. 


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ANNIE   LAURIE 

And  be  thy  character,  dear  one, 

The  strongest,  tend' rest,  sweetest,  best, 

The  product  of  thy  pure  deeds  done; 

Thy  soul  be  full  of  holiest  rest; 

Be  thine  arm  strong;  thy  mind  be  clear; 

Be  thy  heart  warm,  thy  spirit  free; 

To  God's  own  life  live  ever  near, 

And  so  envizage  Christ  to  me. 


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AN   OLD   SWEETHEART   OF   MINE 


THE  MAIDEN  OF  ALL  MY  DREAMS 

T\0  you  know  the  name  of  my  sweetheart  ? 
Have  you  marked  what  an  atmosphere 
Of  summer  and  song  and  sunshine 
She  carrieth  all  the  year  ? 
She  weareth  the  holy  garments 
Of  purity,  peace  and  light, 
She's  lissome  and  fair,  she's  radiant  and  rare, 
She  haunteth  me  day  and  night. 

She  comes  to  my  soul  unbidden. 

She  hides  in  my  heart  of  hearts, 

Where  the  silent  thought  lurks  hidden 

She  worketh  her  magic  arts; 

And  into  the  delicate  fabric 

Of  every  vision,  it  seems, 

She  weaveth  a  spell  that  bindeth  me  well, 

This  maiden  of  all  my  dreams. 

In  the  midst  of  the  noisy  tumult 
And  rush  of  the  market  place, 
She  follows  me  with  the  glances 
That  glow  on  her  winsome  face; 


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ANNIE   LAURIE 

And  a  thousand  ways  I  can  fancy 

I'll  tell  her  the  tender  tale, 

Yet  I  know  by  my  heart  when  I  meet  her 

apart 
My  courage  will  surely  fail. 

Do  you  know  the  name  of  this  maiden 
Who  holdeth  my  heart  in  thrall, 
Whose  beautiful  soul  is  laden 
With  laughter,  and  love,  and  all  ? 
Her  comforting  speech  is  golden, 
And  she  is  the  soul  of  my  soul, 
And  memory  still  shall  treasure  her  till 
The  judgments  of  God  unroll. 


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